Almost ten lunar months had gone by.
The inquisition that lingered was why Lord,why?
I know that all good things come from above.
Sweetly wrapped in your heavenly love.
I know that you made all things beautiful in it's time
But Jesus, what about mine...what about MINE?
It's not about you my sweet Princess.
Its not about you at all.
Everything that I made, comes with a cause.
That includes your sweet little 'B".
Remember my word from John 9:3.
Yes Lord, yes! How could I have been so dim?
Your word has already told me.
It's so "the works of God should be made manifest in him."